The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 |
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... o'er his white Alps mov'd the Spirit of the clime . III . For there , where snows , in crowning glory spread , High and unmark'd by mortal footstep lay ; And there , where torrents , ' midst the ice - caves fed , Burst in their joy of ...
... o'er his white Alps mov'd the Spirit of the clime . III . For there , where snows , in crowning glory spread , High and unmark'd by mortal footstep lay ; And there , where torrents , ' midst the ice - caves fed , Burst in their joy of ...
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... o'er crag and wood , And the wild falcon's wing was heard to soar In startled haste — and by that moonlight - flood , A band of patriot men on Grütli's verdure stood . VII . They stood in arms - the wolf - spear and the bow Had wag'd ...
... o'er crag and wood , And the wild falcon's wing was heard to soar In startled haste — and by that moonlight - flood , A band of patriot men on Grütli's verdure stood . VII . They stood in arms - the wolf - spear and the bow Had wag'd ...
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Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. VIII . O'er their low pastoral valleys might the tide Of years have flow'd , and still , from sire to son , Their names and records on the green earth died , As cottage - lamps , expiring , one by one , In the ...
Mrs. Hemans Andrews Norton. VIII . O'er their low pastoral valleys might the tide Of years have flow'd , and still , from sire to son , Their names and records on the green earth died , As cottage - lamps , expiring , one by one , In the ...
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... o'er the green repose And laughing sunshine of the pastures round ; And he whose life to that sweet spot was bound , Rais'd unto Heaven a glad , yet thoughtful eye , And set his free step firmer on the ground , When o'er his soul its ...
... o'er the green repose And laughing sunshine of the pastures round ; And he whose life to that sweet spot was bound , Rais'd unto Heaven a glad , yet thoughtful eye , And set his free step firmer on the ground , When o'er his soul its ...
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... o'er crag and eagle's nest , Heap'd up the flames . The clouds grew fiery signs , As o'er a city's burning towers and shrines Reddening the distance . Wine - cups , crown'd and bright , In Werner's dwelling flow'd ; through leafless ...
... o'er crag and eagle's nest , Heap'd up the flames . The clouds grew fiery signs , As o'er a city's burning towers and shrines Reddening the distance . Wine - cups , crown'd and bright , In Werner's dwelling flow'd ; through leafless ...
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood brave breast breath bright brow burst call'd Castile CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair father fearful flowers gaze glorious glory gone GONZALEZ grave grief GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour hush'd land light lone look look'd midst MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale Palermo pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shalt shouldst shrink SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep smile song soul sound Spain speak spirit strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou wouldst thought trumpets Twas unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warrior wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Page 83 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 27 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 130 - Say, father! say If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father ! " once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone," And " — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 25 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 58 - His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue came and went; He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead!
Page 131 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Page 130 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My Father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
Page 84 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Page 101 - And the raised eye of childhood shine in love. Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews Brood silently o'er some lone burial-ground, Thy verse hath power that brightly might diffuse A breath, a kindling, as of spring, around, From its own glow of hope and courage high, And steadfast faith's victorious constancy. True bard and holy ! — thou art e'en as one Who, by some secret gift of soul or eye, In every spot beneath the smiling sun, Sees where the springs of living waters lie — . Unseen awhile...
Page 138 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...